Koschei had been quiet. Grandpa had been quiet. Liba hadn't sent me any telepathic communications. I hadn't turned to my Dragonite form and certainly not into The Thunder Dragon for some time now. I didn't want it. I couldn't. I had to find myself first, and decide if the entire charade was actually real or not.
It had been weeks, possibly months, I hadn't noticed. No one pressured me. I spent my time at study or with Bada when she wasn't out on missions.
Missions that shall be related to you as they are needed in future volumes of course.
I'm writing this now to relate to you what happened with the Immortal Wizard incident, outside of myself, and tell of what came to be soon after. You may be the judge of right or wrong. I no longer have that interest. I'm not even sure if any of this actually happened.
One thing I am sure of, or at least hope is real because it brings me more joy than anything else the world or my mind has ever offered.
Love.